Brittany had spent the last few hours in her room, crying her eyes out. She had ran up there the second she got home from the doctor's office. "What am I gonna do?' She thought to herself. 'I can't be a clown, I'm terrified of clowns!'
Ever since she was a little girl, she had been scared of clowns. It started the first time she had be taken to the circus and had progressively gotten worse since. Now, she couldn't get within 50 feet of a circus, a birthday party, or a carnival. When a few of her classmates had gotten infected, she had had to switch classes, and that was just because her mom wouldn't let her switch schools.
Now she was going to have to add mirrors to the list. Since she had gotten home, her skin had gotten increasingly pale, and when she reached for a tissue, she saw her hand was white as snow. She passed out immediately. As she slept, the spaces above her eyes became a playful shade of blue, and her cheeks became covered in pink colored heart shaped freckles.
The biggest scare came in the morning, when she woke up and saw....